Come Off Dat lyrics

by

Paul Wall


[Verse 1: Gangsta Boo]
Bloody bodies in the yard like a zombie apocalypse
The Walking Dead I'm so so scared
And I don't know how to get up out this b*tch
As I creep these ghetto streets looking for a feast
Some may bleed cause my eyes are red
Hail Mary me
Look up at the sky
n*gga it's do or diz-ie
I did not make up the rules
I don't wanna lose my cool, don't be playin' when sh*t hits the fan
Better drop it off and then strip me on demand
This be that gangsta music, that make the b*tches lose it
But it's all good cause I grew up on that hood sh*t
Started out at 14 when I joined the Triple Six
b*tches be hating cause' we be so paid and it's
Hard not to kill all you pus*y hoes hatin' the hollerin' be hardly the
One not do it not claim I'll kill you but it's nothin' to it!

[Hook]
Just come off of dat paper b*tch
Just come of dat paper b*tch
I put that pistol to your temple
Just come of dat paper b*tch
Just come of dat paper b*tch
[Verse 2: BeatKing]
Club God back up in this b*tch
On that Mysic Stylez sh*t
RIP Lord Infamous
Enter this mind of this lunatic
Straight out the H
Where they chop
And they screw that sh*t up
Vampin' with your sl*t
She told me that she gon' f*ck and go suck
We rape 'em out then kicked her out my truck
I'm gon' pick your b*tch up
Thuggin' with my C3 n*ggas [?]
Chillin' in VIP and let that b*tch hit the weed, then she get off her man
Northside n*gga, roll with that trigger
Of safety looking for jackers
If you a bad b*tch then you wanna rape me
If you a broke n*gga then you hate me
n*ggas they wanna T the R the why thinking I'm [?]
The essence why Imma catch these n*ggas slippin'
The AR lift 'em up of their feet, they defeat
C3E run the streets
b*tch don't move or you get your ass beat with the heat

[Hook]
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